If I don’t let it out soon All my troubles and worries All my trials and tribulations If I can’t open up my mouth soon I will wither I will shrivel up like a beautiful rose That’s been depleted of its nutrients I shed my last tear and haven’t watered myself since If I don’t let it out soon I will be still addicted to something That isn’t even good for me Addicted to someone That isn’t even good for me But is everything I could ever need But if that’s so Then why am I still withering? If I can’t open my mouth soon I will never be able to change “I just want happiness” Is all I have to say How can I have that when I won’t let myself Trapping myself in this box Was not intended Now I’m too comfortable In a place I don’t even want Bounded Cursed Stuck All things that I feel every second of the day So If I don’t let it out soon I’m going to be just like you And that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person But I can’t see myself being happy like this anymore I love you so much I never would’ve thought leaving you would be the only way to break free From everything holding me back So If I can’t open my mouth soon I’ll just be the next stereotypical black female And I can’t have that
I stare at the mirror one again. They only seem to notice the empty face and the black clothes.
Part 3 of Stereotypes! If you want to check out the other parts, they're all on my page! I really like making this serie, not gonna lie. And alot of people seem to like it too, it's making me really enthusiastic.
when you see me, a girl with tan skin but her parents are black and white, what do you think?
do you instantly assume that my dad wasn't there? if you do, you'd be correct. do you think about whether or not i've witnessed violence? in and outside of the home? if you do, you'd be correct. do you think that i had to help with the bills because my single mother couldn't scavenge enough money to pay them by herself and no one would help her? if you do, you'd be correct.
truth is, i've never even considered being the definition of a stereotype. ever. people have always called me a "half-breed", a "*******", and infamously a "******" even though the hard r wasn't always pronounced. i've never been offended by their words though, my mom has taught me to have tougher skin than that.
i've always been a stereotype, though. i guess in some people's eyes that's all i am. a young girl living up to her background.
but the thing is, i know that i'm worth more than their insults, assumptions, thoughts, and doubts. i'm going to be more than a stereotype one day. mark my words.